A/N: Finally, the tenth prompt.I had so much trouble with this prompt and though I'm not entirely proud of it, I do like the scene I incorporated here. Four for you if you recognize where I got it from.

Warning/s: Implied relationship, kidnapping, OOC, sucky writing...

In Battle

When Tsuna felt a large hand roughly grab his shoulder and another one smother his nose and mouth with a chloroform-soak handkerchief, the thing that went through his mind was, Not again.

It was the fifth time this month that he was being kidnapped. Sometimes he wondered why Vongola's enemies were trying so hard to do such a thing even when they were thwarted each and every time. Really, they should have learned by now that one should never mess with the Vongola.

He didn't know how long it took, but when he finally awoke from his chloroform-induced sleep, he found himself on the floor of a nicely decorated room that seemed to be half a sitting room and half a library. He tested the ropes that bound him and found them to be quite tight, though not impossible to get out of. The man who orchestrated his kidnapping also happened to be in the room. He was some obnoxious French dude in a white suit and who seemed to really like the sound of his voice. He was almost like Gokudera or, hell, even Squalo, though of course his voice pales in comparison.

The French douche, upon seeing that Tsuna was awake, loudly began to taunt the young Vongola boss, declaring how his gang was going to take over and blah blah blah. Tsuna only looked bored and let out a yawn, which earned him a kick to the head and a litany of curses. The kick didn't hurt all that much. Compared to Reborn's kicks, that felt like a mosquito bite.

Tsuna said as much, which only earned him some more punishing blows. When it was over, the French pastry made a call for ransom and the smug tone in his voice only made Tsuna want to cackle out loud, knowing just what was going to happen soon enough. He almost felt sorry for the Frenchie, but not really.

He didn't have to wait long. Only half an hour passed when his rescuer finally arrived. The commotion outside the room was unmistakable. The French guy looked nervous and he even hauled Tsuna up from the floor and pressed a pistol against Tsuna's temple. Tsuna rolled his eyes and debated on whether he should comment on just how effective that would be (which was not very) however he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.

The Frenchie's goons readied their guns and pointed them towards the door, just waiting for it to open. And open it did, showing a silhouetted figure in the doorway, the lights having gone out in the hallway outside. The goons opened fire, causing a spray of bullets to rip through the air. Tsuna wrinkled his nose at the sound. He still didn't like guns and bullets all that much, despite having a hitman for a tutor.

The guns soon died down and everyone held their breath. The silhouette swayed on its feet, and then fell forward through the doorway. The French gang leader and his goons all gasped collectively when they saw that it was one of them who they shot. Tsuna had to bite his tongue to prevent his laughter of escaping.

Then, the moment Tsuna had been waiting for arrived. In a rising crescendo of piano chords (at least in his head) Tsuna watched as his Guardian gracefully stepped into the room, arms limp at his sides but his hands gripping his tonfa tightly. Kyouya looked debonair and dangerous in his black suit and purple shirt; blue-grey eyes narrowed and flashing and lips curled in a malicious smirk. Tsuna squirmed a little at the sight, his gut churning pleasantly, but he was soon stopped by the pistol pressing harder against his temple.

"Don't come any closer!" The French man nearly screeched. "If you do, I'll shoot your precious little boss!"

Kyouya only smirked wider, lifting his tonfa into position. "For your crime against Sawada Tsunayoshi, I'll bite you to death, herbivore."

That was the start of a beautiful but short-lived battle. All too used to seeing his Guardian fight, Tsuna tracked nearly every movement the older man made. Kyouya was quick in his disposal of the goons, dodging bullets and smacking bodies in a sickening crunch of flesh and bone. It excited Tsuna, though he made sure not to make his excitement too obvious.

Once the minions were on the floor and unconscious with bruises that would no doubt smart in the morning, Kyouya turned to Tsuna and his kidnapper, only raising an eyebrow at the way the French man tightened his hold on the trigger of the pistol in warning. There was a moment of ringing silence before Kyouya spoke.

"What are you doing omnivore? Get away from that filth before I bite you to death."

Tsuna smiled sweetly at his Guardian, not fazed by the threat. The French man sputtered beside him and tried to spout out his own threats, but Tsuna took advantage of the distraction. He had manged to get into the perfect position to headbutt his kidnapper. Kyouya took advantage of that and rushed forward to deliver a blow to the head, knocking the French douche down, but not out. Kyouya knew not to knock the man out. The idiot needed to be taught a lesson on messing with the Vongola.

"Hurry up Kyouya, these ropes itch," Tsuna whined, squirming in his spot on the floor. Good thing he was used to getting hit on the head by Leon the Thousand Pound mallet, otherwise he would be rolling around the floor in pain. Like that French guy.

"Hmph, weak," Kyouya muttered as he stooped down to untie Tsuna. The ropes fell to the ground, leaving Tsuna free at last. The Vongola boss let out a satisfied sigh as he rubbed the places where the ropes dug into his skin and he stood up and stretched, rolling the knots out of his shoulders.

Tsuna turned to the French man – he still didn't know the dumbass' name – his lips curving into a smile yet his eyes darkening with the promise of pain. He didn't usually take revenge for himself, but he was going to make an exception this time because he was just so damn tired of rival families and petty little gangs trying to get the better of the Vongola. He'll show them not to mess with him.

The satisfied look on Kyouya's face as Tsuna dished out some just desserts was just a bonus.